Sophia moved through the closet, throwing every cloth she came in contact with over her head screaming.
It was the morning of her father’s funeral and she was feeling so hysterical, her hands shook opening the drawers.
There were no tears in her eyes, her face blank with only a bra and panties on her.
A maid had come to inform her she was to take her bath and dress up then the master was going to come to her and she scoffed at that word.
Master?
The sound of the room door opening and closing then the closet door, she felt his presence behind her, still going through the shoe rack she turned and smiled up at him “I was really waiting for you master” she mocked ambling her way to him, her hand came up to his jaw and he squared it, not looking down at her “you know I’m a virgin” she whispered and kissed his jaw.
His hands folded behind his back, he couldn’t touch her as she touched him.
She stood on her toes and kissed him on his lips which was the last straw, he pushed her back and released a long breath “we only have two hours to leave before your father’s funeral. Get ready” he said and turned to leave but she held his arm, her brown eyes shimmering.
“What?” he asked staring down at his arm in her hold.
She left his arm going behind her to unclasp her bra and it fell to the floor, her breast springing free.
“Do it” she spread her arms wide walking towards him and he took a step back “I’m a virgin.
I know why you’re keeping me here and I know what you will do after you’re finished with me” she fell to her knees “I don’t want to stay here after my father’s funeral.
I don’t know how to stay close to his killer.
Kill me” she raised her head up to him and their eyes locked.
Greyish green and brown, and he saw her determination, defiance and what he couldn’t place his finger on “or I will kill myself” her voice low, a tear dropped before she stood going to pick up a black chiffon dress.
“When we step out from this car, please don’t create a scene, maybe then I will consider letting you go after the funeral” Luca said, his fingers twitching on his lap.
Right now they were inside the car at the location of her father’s funeral.
After the little drama she’d pulled inside her closet he left and assigned a maid who would look after her so she wouldn’t act rashly.
He was scared.
He knew that madness and determination was an evil combination and what the outcome could be.
As much as he didn’t know if he should let her go he just couldn’t, the enemies were still out there and didn’t want to betray Peter even as a traitor he was.
Sophia flipped her hair worrying her lower lip, her eyes closed for a second before she popped it turning to him “Can I get my phone today?”
Luca clenched his fist, gritting his molars and smiled at her “Yes you can” she beamed leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
“Thank you”
He squinted his eyes at her, he didn’t know what she was playing at and she wasn’t even crying for someone who’d fainted the day her father died blaming and shouting, cursing at him for killing him.
“Did you hear what I said? You…”
Someone knocked on the window interrupting them “sir everything is ready” he glanced back at her and she stared back at him grinning and he sighed running his fingers through his hair.
He left the car going to her side to open it “come on let’s go” he seized her hand in his squeezing it.
The funeral and everything went smoothly for Sophia not until Luca handed her a flower to throw into her father’s grave.
No tears only numbness as her eyes gazed vacantly at it.
She wasn’t given the chance to look at him one last time.
Standing by the side she threw the flower however nobody saw when she threw herself inside the grave.
“Sophia!!” Luca rushed to her but didn’t catch her, he slowly entered the grave and pulled her away from the coffin carrying her in his arms even as she trashed, tears streaming down her cheeks “shhh” he cooed, comforting her as they stepped out.
He gave signs to his consigliere to finish up.
“You killed my father” Sophia sobbed into his chest pounding it “why? He was the only thing I had. We were about to go for a vacation and you killed him. You killed him”
Luca kissed her hair as she sat astride of him inside his car, he didn’t know what to do or explain.
Everything was complicated “it will be fine. I will let you go. Everything will be fine” he whispered close to her ear and kissed her hair.
Hearing that Sophia lifted her head from his chest “you will?” He hummed in acquiescence kissing her hair again which she brushed away.
He saw the gesture and leaned back into the seat.
“But after I know you won’t act rashly and stupidly” he looked out the window of the car as it sped down the road.
Sophia leaned on him, twirling her hair.
“When?”
“A month. After one month, I know everything is okay and your father’s enemies won’t be on your tail. You will be free to leave and never come back if you wish not to” he closed his eyes as she bounced on him, he groaned sighing as he peered at her before relaxing back.
She was everything he’d been fighting all through his life against.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t treat her like he would do every traitor’s child.
Women were never harmed but they were taken to his clubs to work for the rest of their lives.
They would work for the mafia and the sons will be under strict supervision while being a foot soldier.
It was easy; send her off to one of his clubs and forget everything that ever happened.
But that’s the problem, since he layed his eyes on her after coming back from Italy two years ago on her eighteenth birthday.
It’s been a whirlwind of distraught emotions that clogged into his head and chest like a disease.
He stood by the side and never did anything or once proposed a marriage or tried to stop the other capos from proposing marriage to one of his trusted and loyal underboss’s daughter hand.
He didn’t care until that day and now.
He was being careless and reckless in his choices and there was nothing to do about it, not like he would like to do anything.